Yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Momma, don't worry, I got my pistol I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga Told my daddy: Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Told Momma: Don't worry, you know you raised a hard body Granny called the other day, said: Don't scratch 'cause God got you I'ma chase this paper every day, I ain't doin' no stoppin' Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I'm so four-pockets All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can't forget that Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin' from the rent man (turned our lights out) They ain't never lettin' nothin' slide, I was taught to get my lick back Hit hard, move silent, I ain't got time for all that chit-chat Even though I feel like you and them got mad love for my dad No hard feelings, I ain't ever cry 'bout nothin' I ain't have Growin' up inside of poverty, that shit'll have you mad (mad) Goin' to school without no new shoes, that shit'll turn you bad (bad-bad) Took security with my momma (don't worry) I know she got her pistol 'Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear) I'ma take care of my sisters (my sisters) We ain't ridin' no more bad shit My lil' boy don't know 'bout private jets (PJs) And my auntie 'nem, they straight now (okay) It ain't too much for 'em to worry about (I promise) Momma, don't worry, I got my pistol I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga Told my daddy: Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Told Momma: Don't worry, I'll be just fine Angels watch over my shoulder like a umpire I could get in the octagon with these punchlines Like, nigga, I'm the captain and it's crunch time Skipped the lunch line, gotta eat more than some time I done time, so I think everyone one time Colorblind to the sunshine, I rather moonshine Told the team: I don't care who shine as long as you shine Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job Too high, fuck the shit outta her then we woosah Woo-ha, got you all in check like a Swoosh sign Told my daddy: I don't blame you, neither claim you You was never in the picture, somebody framed you Mom's bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too Since the day I could walk, I been on the same team Momma, don't worry (Tunech'), I got my pistol (lil' bitch) I'm gettin' my dollars (hell yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby) Told my daddy: Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you If it wasn't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true (Mula, baby) Oh-yeah, oh-yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah